Quotes About Exhaustion

What remained lost was the revelation that nothing ever known has ended in glory; that all which ends does so in exhaustion, confusion and debris.

On his last legs.

When the tongue or the pen is let loose in a frenzy of passion, it is the man, and not the subject, that becomes exhausted.

Today was so pointless that when I tried to write about it a moment ago, my pen ran out because it couldn't take the boredom.

As a model, I travel non-stop.

It has to be really interesting for me to perform the same role for 365 days non-stop. It becomes taxing for an actor to perform the same character for 12 hours every day, and then, after a point, there's no growth.

It's pretty draining, the amount of games I watch on a daily basis. It's pretty much non-stop.

As much as we all love playing live, it's not normal to be on the road all the time, to have no home.

You know that feeling when you finish a final exam and you think, 'I never want to do that again'? Well I have the same feeling when I finish a novel. Each time I say, 'I think I may retire now' and then after six months the ideas start to churn again. I could never stop.

You work on something for so long that you become numb to it. Like, you don't even know how to listen to it because you listened to it so many times.

I was fully burnt out - and in some ways I think that was good, because I was just fully numb.

There is no way I could've been so durable playing in the Western Conference. The travel is nuts.

They feel very stupid and strange, the things going through your mind. You're making us very tired, with all your thinking of stupid imaginary impossible things.

Life is a nightmare that prevents one from sleeping.

I was never going to get any sleep. I was going to have Alice in Wonderland conversation after Alice in Wonderland conversation until I died of exhaustion. Here, in the restful, idyllic Victorian era.

Here is a story. The last of all men who stands alone in the universe while it darkens about him. Who sorrows all things with a single sorrow. Out of the pitiable and exhausted remnants of what was once his soul he'll find nothing from which to craft the least thing godlike to guide him in these last of days.

You'd be a woreout sumbuck. I'll tell you that. Think how good you'd sleep.

He slept little and he slept poorly.

In the smoking dawn the party riding ragged and bloody with their baled peltries looked less like victors than the harried afterguard of some ruined army retreating across the meridians of chaos and old night, the horses stumbling, the men tottering asleep in the saddles.

What made him most anxious, he told me, was not the big questions—the mercilessness of fate, the possibility of heaven. He was too exhausted, he said, to wrestle with those. But he'd become impatient with the way people wasted their lives, squandered their chances like paychecks.

home so exhausted that he could barely speak. "That's probably when this cancer started growing, because my immune system was pretty weak at that time," he said. It is unclear whether exhaustion or a weak immune system could have caused his cancer. However, his kidney problems

Flows of shit» , muttered Bat, «I'd go insane, listening to that all day. It's just a river of 'Hey, this crazy, disgusting thing just happened, and hey, here's another one, and another, and another, has your brain caught fire yet?' It's like disaster porn or something.

Adam's entire life felt like lead in his bones right now.

Just as you breathe in and breathe out, there is a time for being ahead and a time for being behind; a time for being in motion and a time for being at rest; a time for being vigorous and a time for being exhausted; a time for being safe and a time for being in danger.